new year

I surround myself with people amazing in the hopes it is contagiously catching. I think it is; they talk to me of fascinating things, and so I learn, and ponder. They recommend me wonderful books, and topics, and things to watch and hear and absorb, and so my mind expands and implodes.

It is really everso thrilling and I am so grateful I am so lucky to know such people. A drawback, however, is that I often feel dull by comparison. Stunningly simple and boorishly boring. It is something I’ve struggled with for a while…

My New Year’s Eve was fabulous. I arrived home from Cairns, Felon in tow, and installed her in the bedroom where she seems happier than she ever has. She miows, she purrs, she kneads. I am so pleased she is so settled, after all the stress and anger (Sarah had not wanted me to take her, citing feline anxiety disorders, human selfishness, blatant animal cruelty, threatening everlasting hatred, etc).

We invited several friends over to celebrate, ate ‘nacho lasagne’ went to another friend’s party for a while, watched fireworks, came home, walked to the river… then the remaining four of us sat about chatting till the sun was up. So very lovely. I slept till 3pm and am recovering still…

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O hey, hi my darling. I’m overocea & this is my journal. I’ve vowed to note my everyday inconsequence indefinitely, so that I can read it when I’m 80. I expect it to be hideously boring to anyone except an 80year old me.